A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

My Love....

From the moment our eyes met,

My soul could never forget.

You handed me your numb

KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

MA ME TERI AARTI UTAR LUN

कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

MERI KHAMOSHI USE SUNA DENA

Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena

Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de

JO MERE NAAM KE DANE HAI

इस जीवन की चादर में सांसों के ताने बा�

My He(art)...

To love another with all of your heart

Can be seen as a work of art.

 

JIWAN ME GURUR JARURI NAHI

पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,

 

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